Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from the UAE and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Association to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Near,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultravox,
Max Romeo,
Buzzcocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Stooges,
Public Enemy,
ABC,
The Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yellowson,
The Beau Brummels,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wolf Eyes,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Mr. Review,
Mission of Burma,
Amazonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantaleimon,
Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
Tommy Roe,
Black Flag,
Masters at Work,
Kas Product,
In Retrospect,
Main Source,
The Cure,
Schoolly D,
Idris Muhammad,
Chrome,
Duran Duran,
Steve Hackett,
Scan 7,
The Velvet Underground,
Model 500,
Boogie Down Productions,
Second Layer,
Unwound,
This Heat,
Agitation Free,
Cal Tjader,
Hasil Adkins,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.